Crossed

You wouldn’t think you can forget but sometimes you can — for a moment or two.

“Don’t look down,” Indie says.
It takes much longer to climb than it does to fall.

The pictures were beautiful both because of the way they looked while they existed and because they could never last.

would be much easier to mark how I want the world to be, instead of trying to figure out how it really is.

Holding on to people I love.
I love.
The most reckless thing of all.

this could be more than a new shade. A whole new color.

I open my mouth to say yes. But I only have time to breathe in before he closes the last of the distance. All I know is the kiss.

I turn and in the last of the evening light I see her.
Cassia.

It’s my name: Cassia, carved into a young cottonwood

you can’t always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.